I was recently talking to a friend, and the topic of the anger I hold came up. I expressed how only a select few people, my inner circle, try to understand where that anger comes from. How it's so much deeper than the personal things I have ben through. It almost feels as if it's embedded in me. In my veins, my blood, my DNA.
When I chose to start creating content on Instagram and Tiktok, sharing videos and my poetry, I knew I was putting myself in a position to get hate from complete strangers. Complete strangers that actually would NEVER understand my pain, anger, or my peoples pain and anger. This piece is about that. The comments I get sometimes, mostly from white people, telling us to just "get over it". Get over all of the generational trauma, pain, and hurt we've endured and still are trying to heal.
Get over it
Get over it
Get over it
One doesn’t get over the genocide of our people
The lost and missing children
The erasure, abuse, trauma
that spreads through our veins, our every breath
Get over it
Get over it
Get over it
One doesn’t get over this shade of agony
This colossal pain that travels from grandparent to parent,
parent to child, child to world
So go ahead,
spit those three words in our faces,
we’ll rub our hands in the dirt and
wipe ourselves clean
We’re living in it
Breathing it
Enduring it
Re-living it
Yet, we are still here throughout it all
You can’t erase us, as we will always be
Living
Breathing
Enduring
Fighting…
Remembering
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